Reginald pursued his way through the encampment to its extremity, where
the streamlet before mentioned wound its course among the dells and
hillocks of the Prairie, until it reached the larger river that flowed
through the distant forest. After following the banks of the stream for
one or two miles, the red streaks in the eastern horizon gave notice of
day’s approach, and observing near him a hill, somewhat more elevated
than those by which it was surrounded, Reginald climbed to its top, in
order to witness the effect of sunrise on that wild and picturesque
scene.
To the westward, the undulations of the Prairie, wrapped in heavy folds
of mist, rose in confused heaps, like the waves of a boundless ocean:
to the south he could just distinguish the lodges and the smouldering
fires of the encampment, whence, at intervals, there fell upon his ear
mingled and indistinct sounds, disagreeable perhaps in themselves, but
rendered harmonious by distance, and by their unison with the wildness
of the surrounding objects; while to the eastward lay a dense and
gloomy range of woods, over the summits of whose foliage the dawning
sun was shedding a stream of golden light.
Reginald gazed upon the scene with wonder and delight; and every moment
while he gazed called into existence richer and more varied beauties.
The mists and exhalations rising from the plain curled themselves into
a thousand fantastic shapes around the points and projections of the
hills, where they seemed to hang like mantles which the earth had cast
from her bosom, as being rendered unnecessary by the appearance of the
day; swarms of children and of dusky figures began to emerge from the
encampment, and troops of horses to crop the pasture on the distant
hills; while the splendour of the sun, now risen in its full glory,
lit up with a thousand varying hues the eastern expanse of boundless
forest. Reginald’s heart was not insensible to the impressions
naturally excited by such a scene; and while he admired its variegated
beauties, his thoughts were raised in adoration to that almighty and
beneficent Being, whose temple is the earth, and whose are the “cattle
upon a thousand hills.”
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